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    Default the love below might be some too spaced out shit but peep this andre verse though

    classic story tellin

    Artist: OutKast
    Album: Speakerboxxx/The Love Below
    Song: A Life in the Day of Benjamin Andre (Incomplete)
    Typed by: tbrino@hotmail.com

    I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
    Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
    You looked at me like yeah nigga right
    But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
    Powder, how's about them oranges
    Moved away from home to school with big plans
    By day, studied the history of music
    By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
    To get your pants was a mission impossible
    We were both the same age but I
    Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
    The same book of life so I'd paged you when
    I felt you that were getting off of work
    Or either when you're on your way to school
    We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
    And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
    Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
    You're hiking up your skirt now
    The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
    Heaven or hell
    The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
    Therefore hard to tell
    You'd dropped me off by the dungeon
    Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
    Now are these niggaz in this house up to something
    Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?
    Well, yes and no
    Yes we were selling it
    But no it wasn't blow
    Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
    Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled “ho”
    Meanwhile the video starts playing
    BET college radio and a van
    Packed full of niggaz with a blunt in their hand
    And one in their ear
    You know what I'm saying
    But, I kept your number in my old phone
    Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
    So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
    But I promised I would call you when I got home
    But, when I got home I never did
    By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
    By some nigga in Decatur
    Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life shit
    Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
    My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
    Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
    So I got glock and a low jack
    You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
    And never said much ‘cause half of what he saw
    Was so far from that place you wanna be
    That words only fucked it up more follow me
    Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
    Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
    But keep in mind, at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
    Silly once said now, but those were the days
    When spring break
    And Daytona
    And Freakniks
    Made you wanna
    Drop out of college and never go back
    Move to the south but that ain't a Kodak
    Moment, on went myself and big boi
    Well you knew him as Twan
    That's right you were around before this shit begun
    When Twan had a daughter and
    Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
    We hit the road like jack
    Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
    Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?
    And I'd Laughed and they just keep smiling
    No, I'm from Atlanta baby
    He from Savannah, maybe
    We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
    Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
    She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants
    Fit like glove
    Description is like
    15 doves
    In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
    Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
    Enough about me
    How's about you?
    How's the lil' kid?
    She was about 2 the last time we spoke
    I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
    Cause I'd start the 2nd album off on another note
    Now, that note threw some niggaz in the hood off
    But see I'd balled out, and before I fall out
    I'd Slow my Lac down to a nice speed
    The brain is that fried egg I might need
    New direction was apparent
    I was a child looking at the floor staring
    So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
    Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street
    To make bread-Never primary concern
    Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
    I'd meet muslims, ganstas, bitches, rastas, and macoroni niggaz - imposters
    So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
    I get invited to a club where emcees at
    And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
    Similar to the turban that I covered up my dredz with
    Which I was rocking at the time
    When I was going through them phases trying to find
    Anything that seemed real in the world
    Still searching, but I started liking this girl
    Now you know her
    As Erykah on and on Badu
    Call Tyrone on the phone why you
    Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
    The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
    We're young, in love, in short we had fun
    No regrets no abortion, had a son
    By the name of Seven
    And he's five
    By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
    You do the arithmetic
    Me do the language arts
    Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
    To poke you in the heart
    And take you from the start
    To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
    Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
    Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
    Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
    And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
    You fix it up.. you trick it out.. you give it rims.. you give it bump
    You give it all your time because that's all you can think about
    ..And that's as far as I got

    And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go
    knowing the whole time that's all you could think about
    even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up
    you need a jump like you'll need in your rump to grow
    and you change all the time so that rabbit that you thought about
    that whole summer, the next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more
    you wanted something bigger and better

    So the summer past and the rabbit is old?

    Right, right, so now you want a Cadillac...

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    yeah, that was one of the (maybe only?) pure rap track on the album. definitely a very good song.

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    there were onlu like 1 or 2 tracks i felt which disapointed me since for me outkast r fucking legends, all for of the previous were no less than 8.5/10 including ATLiens and Aquemini for me 10/10
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    This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death.
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